Inbox ONE ACROSS THE BOW Around the camp fire your name uttered in hushed tones , the chill through little children felt long back in ancestral bones How many have you stolen and led to an early demise , well I an see you min min man and that must come as a surprise , for Im a white fella min min man with a seeing pair of eyes You met my children min min man you came face to face , you left empty handed you left without a trace , now I know how you operate Ive seen the seduction of your dance , the innocent little children trailing in a trance , well I mimick you and I mock you , you have no power here , you will not take my children , we will not live in fear , for the mother shes come calling to gather around her a band , now theres many men amongst us imbued by the spirit of this land , your realm is now my realm a place I dont fear to tread , my realm will be your realm a place youll learn to dred . - William Dent
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 10:00:47 +0000